the survivors of Auschwitz
put god on trial in absentia
and sentenced him to death.
a fitting end
for a supposedly
omnipotent deity
that couldn’t be bothered
to lift a finger.
if the cross was god’s
critique of power
then why is fascism
on the rise once more?
if Jesus died
for the lost sheep,
then why are politicians
evoking his name
while banishing refugees?
where was the love of god
when our cluster-bombs fell
on kids playing soccer
in Palestine
and U.S. drone strikes
stole the lives
of a wedding party
in Yemen?
if god is not surely dead
then he was never real
in the first place.
Stendhal had it right all along:
god's only excuse
is that he does not exist.
but i met a girl
who so loved the world
that she’d give her life
for a stranger in an instant.
her name means “helper.”
she is fragile as bone
and sturdy as ancient oak.
she is the only tangible reality
in a world henceforth
without gods or masters.
and i’m watching her wither away.
so i petition
the nebulae
watching over
this pale blue dot
not to avert their eyes.
this heroine of mine,
made in the heart
of a dying star,
would sacrifice her life
for the least of these.
but i am selfish.
i want her to stay,
to stand up and fight,
poison-free.
and if the universe conspires
to take her life, then i will find
the tomb of god and bring
him back from the dead
just to strangle him again.
stay with me, always,
through the long night.
help me heal this silent planet.
if god will not love this earth,
then we will.
heal us of our war, our hate,
our addiction.
i cannot abide a world without you.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
White fairies, glide and sparkle.
Shimmering in beaming street lights, dismembered by howling wind.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
Tiny euphoria, relax like the world is made of all the good things. And how I wish to bottle the moment of his,and when he realizes that not everything is made of twinkling lights and all his favorite things, I'll grab him and hold him closer, protect his heart from all his heartaches. But for now I revel in the thought of the moment when he was blanketed with tiny euphoria.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Silver you shine. Light years to you.
I'm small from here; I'll make a wish when you shower.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
Rustling, dancing together down the street.
It's time,persimmon galore,together we meet.
The earth we'll rest.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC